Chapter 41

He did, an hour later, practically jumping down Conley’s throat the moment they got home. “If you have money,” he said tightly, “why haven’t you said anything to me about it? Why did you need to find a job? Why were you working for Alistair?”

“Slow down,” Conley replied calmly. “I haven’t told you because I didn’t want it to influence how you felt about me.”

“You knew I was coming into money. Did that influence you?” Brian asked angrily.

“Of course not. What you’ve inherited isn’t close to what I have. You need to realize I’ve been around forever. I’ve made investments that have multiplied over the years. A lot of years, actually. Why was I working for Alistair? He was my friend and he asked me to help him out. Why did I get the job at the bookstore? I didn’t want to hang around doing nothing. You might have thought I was using you.”

“I wouldn’t have,” Brian said. “At least, I don’t think I would have.”